Joyful Youth: Many Children, Many Blessings, Starting with Song Qian

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Qiao Yingzi said she would return the day after tomorrow.

Therefore,

Song Qiancai wasn't worried at all.

And she happily prepared dinner for Qin Feng.

now,

Qiao Yingzi suddenly returned.

Song Qian panicked immediately.

but,

Before Qiao Yingzi could speak,

As Qiao Weidong changed his shoes, he said, "It's all because Yingzi misses you!"

"I was planning to spend two more days with Yingzi, but she said she couldn't sleep because she missed you so much, so we came back early!"

"How about that? Surprised? Unexpected?!"

As Qiao Weidong spoke,

She arrived at the dining table and said, "Wow, you made so much delicious food? Qian, did you know we were coming back early?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Seeing Qiao Weidong,

Song Qian immediately retorted with a dark expression, "It's not like I made this for you to eat!"

"I know, I know, you made it for Yingzi."

Qiao Weidong lowered his head and took a sniff, then couldn't help but say, "It smells so good! It's the same familiar taste. Yingzi, your mom's cooking skills are getting better and better!"

"Yes, Dad."

Yingzi took the initiative to run to the kitchen, brought back three sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Then he looked at Song Qian pitifully and said, "Mom, our family hasn't eaten together in a long time. Please let Dad have something to eat with me."

"That's it."

Qiao Weidong was not polite at all.

She sat down directly and lifted the lid of the soup pot: "Yingzi, look how good your mother is to you. She made soup for you as soon as you got back. Here, let me try it first."

After Qiao Weidong finished speaking,

He ladled some soup with a spoon, then paused slightly, "Angelica root, seahorse, goji berries..."

These should be kidney tonics.

Xiaomeng cooked for Qiao Weidong every day at home.

No,

Song Qian, why did you make all this for Yingzi?!

Qiao Weidong was initially quite puzzled.

Looking up at Song Qian's silk sleeveless nightgown, he immediately understood: "Oh, so this soup was made for me. I'll have to drink it all!"

Thinking of this,

Ignoring the soup, Qiao Weidong gulped down a whole bowl of it.

Seeing this, Song Qian frowned and silently shouted in her heart, "Qiao Weidong, shut up! That's not soup for you!"

……

On the way back to school,

Wang Yao and Hu Kun both fell silent for a moment.

The Ferrari, which was roaring with passion yesterday, is now silent.

Drive obediently in the lane.

Roll down the car window,

Wang Yao just wanted to feel the night breeze.

But then, I saw Qin Feng's Cullinan again.

This time,

Qin Feng's car was slowly following behind an old man.

The old man was pulling a trailer full of scrap.

I followed them slowly for a while.

Behind Qin Feng, a car started honking impatiently.

then,

Qin Feng simply opened the door and got out of the car.

After exchanging a few words with the old man, I was about to load his recyclables onto the truck.

Seeing this, the old man quickly stopped Qin Feng.

He then said, "Young man, I appreciate your kindness, but your car is quite expensive, it's not good to get it dirty."

It's quite expensive?

Does the old man recognize this car?

Tsinghua and Peking Universities

Even the security guards have bachelor's degrees.

And those seemingly ordinary elderly men and women walking around the school...

You could pick any one of them, and they might be a leader in some industry.

Therefore, even if he is just an old man who collects scraps, he should not be underestimated.

So Qin Feng tentatively asked, "Sir, what's your English level?"

The old man paused for a moment, then grinned: "What level? I only know the 22 letters of the alphabet, what's wrong, young man?"

Don't understand English?

That would be easy.

Qin Feng smiled slyly and pointed to the English letters on the car logo, saying, "Grandpa, this is Haval. You can read it after me: he aha, fu wo fu..."

"This domestic car looks good, and it's cheap and durable. Sir, please get in the car with me. We're still far from the junkyard."

finished,

Qin Feng then stuffed the old man's scrap metal, along with the trailer, into the back seat.

Then they helped the old man into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

Wang Yao, who witnessed the entire scene,

Suddenly his expression changed.

Rubbish?!……

Qin Feng, don't you have OCD?

Now even trash can get on your car.

So I'm the only one who can't do it?!

In your eyes, am I, Wang Yao, not even worth that pile of garbage?!

She bit her lip tightly.